Brenthelm

(OOC: related story : Hallathor - Dealing with a shady past.)

From the castle quarters, the window of Fernmirs workroom overlooked the sea and docks that lay beneath. The white walls of this spacious room was full of book shelves, antique wares and paintings. In the middle stood a large desk and a an almost throne sized chair, on the other side of the desk stood multiple chairs for visitors. The warm breeze of the sea wind filled the room and the sound of seagulls were often heard.

Argyll son of Eorath and older brother of Argath. Young Daellas of about 9 years old always feared his presence but in the same time wanted to be like him. Yet Argyll was rarely seen in Garsfeld or the crofts just like his brother. But he was there when times turned sour. Also at that moment when our lives were changed forever...

It was a large but simple farmhouse, standing just outside a rather small but typical village in the Southern crofts called Garsfeld. Many people lived and worked there tending the fields. The crops were traded with Snowbourn and with western parts of Rohan if the crops yields were good. Our mother Freia worked there every day together with her younger brother Brenthelm, our uncle. There were also stable boys, and lads of other families working on the fields daily now, it was the harvest season.